Echo Bloom
## Echo Bloom The wind tasted of salt and dust, a familiar sting on Elara’s skin. She adjusted the woven sun-shield over her eyes, squinting at the shimmer rising from the Sapphire Waste. Ten moons it had been since the…
forgotten history
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The Stillborn City
## The Stillborn City The rain tasted of ash. Elias pressed his face deeper into the worn collar of his raincoat, feeling the damp chill seep into his bones. He’s been tracking these cases for six months—cases that defy logic,…
Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The rain tasted like rust. Elara spat, pushing a damp strand of auburn hair from her face. The dig site at the Whispering Peaks felt colder than usual, leaching warmth straight from her bones. Weeks she’s…